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by
E.J. Mellow
Read between
September 1 - September 13, 2023
they still hate us. That is the nature of people when they do not understand a thing, when they fear what is not like them.
It was a Knowing. One that came from two souls touching and finding they were made up of similar threads, similar dust and bones.
Larkyra, the siren of the Mousai, tipped her head back on a laugh, and as she did, a small trace of her gold magic puffed out before Darius quieted her with a kiss.
these 2 are my favs <3
Strong hands held her waist, pushing her against a wall.
ooo… tummy flutters
“you may not share your thoughts, but feel them you certainly do, and loudly.”
“Arabessa,” he whispered, said her name as if it were one of Aadilor’s great wonders. “Music of my heart.”
MUSIC OF HIS HEART <33
“I love you, Arabessa.
confessions this early on.. i need to prepare for the tension
I cannot only care for you partially, love you in half measures. That is like asking the sea to not yearn toward the shore with its waves. I will forever be reaching for you, Arabessa, but the question I keep asking is whether you will ever reach back.”
Love that still plagued her father despite the two decades since the death of their mother.
"what is grief if not love persevering"
“Then what of our roles in the kingdom?
c'mon girl what's with all the excuses????
“There will be nothing of us then.”
and the penny drops
Arabessa realized then how painful it was to grow. To move forward into something new. How hard it could be to carve one’s own path and who might have to be left behind in the process.
be in the same control that has you slipping away to the Fade entirely too often?”
finally confronting the biggest issue this family has!! their father is lovely but he's giving up too much of a future with his daughters just to spend 1 hour with his dead wife. c'mon man, be present
Letters strung together to create a nightmare.
I would rather suffer the fate of my own mind than from the decisions of another.
Perfection is a made-up construct. It is much like time: it cannot be held, and only fools would waste sands falling in an attempt to try.”
“The memories of us are forever a part of my soul.
